If I could I would write letters to the wind and ask for lessons on how to blow you away
If I could I would take a star out of the sky and put it in a ring and ask you to be it’s replacement in my life
If I could I would keep you between my second and my fourth rib, so they will tell you they’ve missed you.
The first time I saw you, I smiled with my mouth open to let go of the crickets I buried in my voice box so I could say hello
How else can I explain to you that our stories are God written guitar solos to the keys of our DNA, and I’m more electric and you’re more acoustic.
On some days you look like there are lingering pieces of a boombox etched in the framework of your spine. In simple terms your body speaks volumes.
On other days you feel like there are too many fault lines on the rail track of your spine
Those are the days I want to tell you I’m a pretty good conductor
Your voice sounds like an unfinished love song stuck in the throat of an ’80s jazz musician and I’m more of a hip-hop kind of guy, but I would make kissing you the perfect symphony.
I’m more like the odd boulder on a sandy beach and you're the entire ocean but I've drawn coastlines on the chambers of my heart
With you I could build sand castles in hourglasses, cos I wouldn’t feel time pass.
If I could I would write this poem on the wings of a butterfly and say to you “Here I think this belongs to you, I found it in my belly”
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
If I could I would write letters to the wind and ask for lessons on how to blow you away
If I could I would take a star out of the sky and put it in a ring and ask you to be it’s replacement in my life
If I could I would keep you between my second and my fourth rib, so they will tell you they’ve missed you.
The first time I saw you, I smiled with my mouth open to let go of the crickets I buried in my voice box so I could say hello
How else can I explain to you that our stories are God written guitar solos to the keys of our DNA, and I’m more electric and you’re more acoustic.
On some days you look like there are lingering pieces of a boombox etched in the framework of your spine. In simple terms your body speaks volumes.
On other days you feel like there are too many fault lines on the rail track of your spine
Those are the days I want to tell you I’m a pretty good conductor
Your voice sounds like an unfinished love song stuck in the throat of an ’80s jazz musician and I’m more of a hip-hop kind of guy, but I would make kissing you the perfect symphony.
I’m more like the odd boulder on a sandy beach and you're the entire ocean but I've drawn coastlines on the chambers of my heart
With you I could build sand castles in hourglasses, cos I wouldn’t feel time pass.
If I could I would write this poem on the wings of a butterfly and say to you “Here I think this belongs to you, I found it in my belly”
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